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Chapter 10 Warrior of Suzaku
I love the way he looks at me. Like I'm a goddess, or an empress. Like I'm a woman. He doesn't look at me like I'm a harlot. He doesn't grasp my chin between his fingers to try to kiss me. He doesn't squeeze my breasts so tightly and roughly that they show the bruises for days afterward. He doesn't touch me in any other way than in love. And I almost fall apart when he reaches up for me. I almost crumble in his arms when he pulls me down onto his chest. I rest for a moment on top of the beating of his heart. I rest from myself, my thoughts, my memories. And when I feel whole again, I want him so badly that I fear for my life.
I run my fingers down to the ties of his trousers, but I keep my eyes on his. To my surprise, I feel him grasp my back and roll on top of me, and I'm suddenly beneath him again. But I'm not angry that he has regained the position of power. I actually like it better where he is. I like the feel of his back under my palms and the heat of his chest covering mine, and I cannot feel him like that when he's beneath me.
It doesn't take me long to undo the ties and begin working his pants off of his hips. Although he tries to help, his hands are preoccupied with my breasts, and I laugh against his mouth when he refuses to release them to aide me. I move his pants down his legs using my feet, grasping them with my toes and pushing them over his behind and to his knees. He takes it from there, kicking them as he did his boots until they flutter to the floor. He grabs hold of my gown that I had shed on his stomach and unwinds it from our bodies, tossing it onto his white undershirt and trousers on the floor by my bed.
Nothing separates us now. Air, perhaps. But we are so close that I believe not even air can move itself between us. He kisses me gently, and I kiss him back--harder. Our kisses range from soft and mild to wildly desperate, and I find that it excites me--not knowing how he will react-- not knowing how I'll react. Not knowing which of us will be the one to lose ourselves first.
I can feel the wetness of my arousal between my legs, and I can feel him there as well. He presses against my thigh, but doesn't struggle for entrance. I know he waits for me, for my permission, and my amour deepens because of his patience. I now have access to any part of his body I wish. I run my knees over his thighs, a place I've never touched before. I feel the curve of his calves with the arches of my feet, and curl my legs around the back of his thighs when his lips connect to my throat. I explore the skin of his shoulders and back with my hands, trailing my fingernails across the muscles clenching at his shoulder blades and surrounding his spine. He seems tense one moment, as if he is unsure of himself and unsure of me; and yet the next moment, he is breathing softly against my skin as his patience runs thin.
I let my hands drift up and down his arms, creating heat; and suddenly I begin to shiver. The cold wraps around me like a cloud, and I feel the hair of my body stand on end. Then my teeth begin to click together, and they won't stop.
"Are you cold?" Tasuki asks immediately, his arms moving to envelope me.
"A little," I answer.
"Well, we are in the open air," he states with a grin.
I try to sit up to work the linens of the bed down to allow us to get under them, but he stops me.
"No need," he says, "I have a better way." I look at him curiously, my eyebrows lifted in amusement.
"Oh?"
He works an arm under my back and presses himself close to me. I do the same, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. The full contact seems to ignite us both, making my abdomen clench in longing, making his steady breath become irregular panting. He grabs a handful of linens from the edge of my bed and suddenly begins to roll over, taking me with him. I then see what he's doing when the linens begin the wrap themselves around us like a cocoon, pressing us even closer together, if that is possible. He stops when we are entirely covered, and my shivers cease. I laugh even though my bed is messed up. I realize that the two of us probably look absolutely ridiculous; but I also realize that I don't care.
We resume our actions, now that we are warm. He kisses my hands as if I were a lady of high rank, as if by kissing my hands he could receive my blessing. He turns them over and presses his lips to the thickened skin of my palms. He kisses my hair, then buries his fingers in it and spreads it out above our heads like a cloak. I am mesmerized by his actions, his strange kisses. Never before has a man done such things to me. I feel as if I am being worshipped. I blush furiously, unsure of what to give him in return. It doesn't take me long to realize that these small, seemingly unimportant touches are what is making my desire sink deeper into me. I can feel it taking hold of my bones, and seeping into my soul.
Suddenly a bright red light catches my eye and I look down between our bodies to see Tasuki's arm glowing like a fire. I gasp in sheer terror and try to scoot out from beneath him, but he grabs my arms and holds me still.
"Tansho," he cries, but I still thrash against him, "Tansho what's wrong?!"
His arm moves, and I see it fully. A bright red character glows wildly on his right forearm. I stare at it, and his eyes follow my gaze. He gasps, and I realize that he's just as surprised as I am at its appearance.
"Tasuki!" I hiss, "what is that?"
"I...I thought it only appears when I'm...fighting," he whispers, partly to me, but mostly to himself.
"What is it?" I repeat. He shows no sign that he has heard me, so I repeat myself again, making my words louder. His eyes finally meet mine.
"I guess I have to tell you..." he says, though his voice doesn't show disappointment. He actually seems to be amused.
"Tell me what?"
"Remember when I told you my true name.and that I'm not from the capital?" he begins. I nod slowly, and he continues. "I'm here, Tansho, because I was called."
"Called?" I try to conceal my confusement, but it is evident in my faltering voice.
"Actually, at first, I was asked to come, but I refused. Then I heard them calling to me, and I went to join them."
"Who? Who are you talking about?"
"The priestess and the other warriors," he answers.
"Priestess...warriors?" I cannot even piece together a sentence from my confusion. Or perhaps my drunkeness has returned.
"I am a warrior of Suzaku. One of seven. And I am here because our priestess has appeared. We are all called together when she appears," he continues to explain.
Suzaku. The name sounds familiar. I know of Suzaku. The god of the south. Konan's protector. I know something of the priestess and the warriors. I know that their signs are in the stars. But I didn't know that they had characters burned into their bodies. And I surely didn't know that they were here in the capital-and that I was in bed with one of them.
"You're a warrior of Suzaku? This marks you?" I ask, placing my finger just above the character. I am terrified to touch it, for fear of being burned. But I feel a demanding desire to lay my fingers upon it, as if it were calling out to me. "Can I touch it?" I ask quietly.
"I don't see why not," he answers, shrugging lightly.
I place the tip of my index finger gingerly on its edge. It is not hot, but it most definately emits heat. It is a somewhat different texture than the rest of his skin; somewhat raised, like a birthmark-or a new scar. I run my finger along its length, then trace its shape. It is fascinating to me. And when I feel the weight of Tasuki's otherworldly eyes on me, I can tell that he finds my fascination amusing.
"A warrior of Suzaku..." I whisper to myself. "Tasuki..." I smile coyly and look up at him. He lifts himself up on his arms, then slowly lowers himself again until the heat of his body is hovering over me, and his mouth his grazing mine gently.
"Impressed?" he whispers slyly.
"Very," I answer, averting my eyes from him. "Any more secrets?" He touches my cheek with his fingertips and moves my face back to his. He leans down further and smiles against my lips, then kisses them quickly.
"Nope!"
"Good!" I reply, my quick breath making my speech light and airy. I wrap my arms around him and hold him to me. My mouth strays to his ear and I tentatively kiss his earlobe, wanting to feel him tremble above me. I don't leave his ear alone until I feel his skin break into a sweat, his body close to exhaustion from the violent shivers my mouth causes. "We've waisted enough time as it is..." I whisper to him.
I should probably start running if I want to save my ass from all you seriously pissed off people wanting a good lemon...but I promise you'll think twice about kicking my ass when you read the next chapter. Sorry that I led you on yet again, but all your waiting will be worth while, I promise! *Iseult takes a step back and gets ready to run anyway*
Replies to reviewers:
Blah blah: Well, I was thinking the lemons I wrote would be very graphic, but it's been so long since I've read my own writing that I wasn't expecting to see that I had been quite tasteful in writing the sex scenes. Next chapter when things heat up, you'll hopefully see what I mean. I was seriously turned off by the painfully graphic lemons I've read, and decided long ago that if I happened to become a lemon writer (and lo and behold, I did!! ^_^), I would be subtle in my descriptions. So as for now, I'm not going to have separate lemon chapter, so there's no need to worry! And as for your suggestion that I post this fic elsewhere as well as on FF.I've actually been looking around lately and can only find private websites that are to my liking. And most of those require that the fic be completed before e-mailing it. Oh well!
Frenchicangal: Oh man, my spell checker absolutely loathes your name. It beats the hell out of it every time I edit! ^_^ Anyways, I don't mind a little pushing. I probably need to be pushed considering the career I've chosen for myself (novelism with a bit of journalism on the side). Push all you want my friend!!!! ^_^ Oh, and thank you so much for your encouragement for the ACT. I don't think I aced it, but I most definitely should get into GSU with the scores (though I won't know what I made until next month). And as for my editing.I've recently discovered that I may get to lay off for a while, at least in the lemon department. Turns out I'm not as perverted as I thought I was ^_^.
RyogazGal: Ah, yet another Chichiri fan.*Sigh* Thank God that I deleted that scene. Whew! Or else you'd be all over me too. I'm sorry I ever put that in there; it was, after all, kinda mean. But oh well.it's gone now!! No harm done! And yep, I'm as much of an InuYasha fan as a person can be! I've got all 12 graphic novels, and I try to watch the anime though I have to turn around every now and then to keep from spitting on the T.V. Hee hee, don't take that seriously.I'm just very disappointed with a few of the things in the anime that shouldn't be there. And as for the ever popular Tas/Chi pairing.I shied away from them long ago (actually, I think I read only 2 or 3). I'm not against homosexuality or anything like that.I'm just more comfy with reading and writing opposite Sex pairings. And, plus, I never though the Tas/Chi pairing to be very believable (but.what the hell is fanfiction for, right?! ^_^) I hope you don't think of me as intolerant or anything like that. I still respect the ideas of others no matter what.
Thanks to all of you whom I didn't reply to. Your reviews are just as important to me!! ^_^
Oh, p.s. This might be the last chapter I post before Christmas. Me and my family are heading out of town on Christmas Eve and won't be returning until this weekend. Hee hee, I'm evil aren't I?? Making you poor souls wait a whole week for the lemon! * Iseult dodges a rather large fireball *
Merry Christmas!!!! See ya'll next year!! ^_^
Chapter 10 Warrior of Suzaku
I love the way he looks at me. Like I'm a goddess, or an empress. Like I'm a woman. He doesn't look at me like I'm a harlot. He doesn't grasp my chin between his fingers to try to kiss me. He doesn't squeeze my breasts so tightly and roughly that they show the bruises for days afterward. He doesn't touch me in any other way than in love. And I almost fall apart when he reaches up for me. I almost crumble in his arms when he pulls me down onto his chest. I rest for a moment on top of the beating of his heart. I rest from myself, my thoughts, my memories. And when I feel whole again, I want him so badly that I fear for my life.
I run my fingers down to the ties of his trousers, but I keep my eyes on his. To my surprise, I feel him grasp my back and roll on top of me, and I'm suddenly beneath him again. But I'm not angry that he has regained the position of power. I actually like it better where he is. I like the feel of his back under my palms and the heat of his chest covering mine, and I cannot feel him like that when he's beneath me.
It doesn't take me long to undo the ties and begin working his pants off of his hips. Although he tries to help, his hands are preoccupied with my breasts, and I laugh against his mouth when he refuses to release them to aide me. I move his pants down his legs using my feet, grasping them with my toes and pushing them over his behind and to his knees. He takes it from there, kicking them as he did his boots until they flutter to the floor. He grabs hold of my gown that I had shed on his stomach and unwinds it from our bodies, tossing it onto his white undershirt and trousers on the floor by my bed.
Nothing separates us now. Air, perhaps. But we are so close that I believe not even air can move itself between us. He kisses me gently, and I kiss him back--harder. Our kisses range from soft and mild to wildly desperate, and I find that it excites me--not knowing how he will react-- not knowing how I'll react. Not knowing which of us will be the one to lose ourselves first.
I can feel the wetness of my arousal between my legs, and I can feel him there as well. He presses against my thigh, but doesn't struggle for entrance. I know he waits for me, for my permission, and my amour deepens because of his patience. I now have access to any part of his body I wish. I run my knees over his thighs, a place I've never touched before. I feel the curve of his calves with the arches of my feet, and curl my legs around the back of his thighs when his lips connect to my throat. I explore the skin of his shoulders and back with my hands, trailing my fingernails across the muscles clenching at his shoulder blades and surrounding his spine. He seems tense one moment, as if he is unsure of himself and unsure of me; and yet the next moment, he is breathing softly against my skin as his patience runs thin.
I let my hands drift up and down his arms, creating heat; and suddenly I begin to shiver. The cold wraps around me like a cloud, and I feel the hair of my body stand on end. Then my teeth begin to click together, and they won't stop.
"Are you cold?" Tasuki asks immediately, his arms moving to envelope me.
"A little," I answer.
"Well, we are in the open air," he states with a grin.
I try to sit up to work the linens of the bed down to allow us to get under them, but he stops me.
"No need," he says, "I have a better way." I look at him curiously, my eyebrows lifted in amusement.
"Oh?"
He works an arm under my back and presses himself close to me. I do the same, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. The full contact seems to ignite us both, making my abdomen clench in longing, making his steady breath become irregular panting. He grabs a handful of linens from the edge of my bed and suddenly begins to roll over, taking me with him. I then see what he's doing when the linens begin the wrap themselves around us like a cocoon, pressing us even closer together, if that is possible. He stops when we are entirely covered, and my shivers cease. I laugh even though my bed is messed up. I realize that the two of us probably look absolutely ridiculous; but I also realize that I don't care.
We resume our actions, now that we are warm. He kisses my hands as if I were a lady of high rank, as if by kissing my hands he could receive my blessing. He turns them over and presses his lips to the thickened skin of my palms. He kisses my hair, then buries his fingers in it and spreads it out above our heads like a cloak. I am mesmerized by his actions, his strange kisses. Never before has a man done such things to me. I feel as if I am being worshipped. I blush furiously, unsure of what to give him in return. It doesn't take me long to realize that these small, seemingly unimportant touches are what is making my desire sink deeper into me. I can feel it taking hold of my bones, and seeping into my soul.
Suddenly a bright red light catches my eye and I look down between our bodies to see Tasuki's arm glowing like a fire. I gasp in sheer terror and try to scoot out from beneath him, but he grabs my arms and holds me still.
"Tansho," he cries, but I still thrash against him, "Tansho what's wrong?!"
His arm moves, and I see it fully. A bright red character glows wildly on his right forearm. I stare at it, and his eyes follow my gaze. He gasps, and I realize that he's just as surprised as I am at its appearance.
"Tasuki!" I hiss, "what is that?"
"I...I thought it only appears when I'm...fighting," he whispers, partly to me, but mostly to himself.
"What is it?" I repeat. He shows no sign that he has heard me, so I repeat myself again, making my words louder. His eyes finally meet mine.
"I guess I have to tell you..." he says, though his voice doesn't show disappointment. He actually seems to be amused.
"Tell me what?"
"Remember when I told you my true name.and that I'm not from the capital?" he begins. I nod slowly, and he continues. "I'm here, Tansho, because I was called."
"Called?" I try to conceal my confusement, but it is evident in my faltering voice.
"Actually, at first, I was asked to come, but I refused. Then I heard them calling to me, and I went to join them."
"Who? Who are you talking about?"
"The priestess and the other warriors," he answers.
"Priestess...warriors?" I cannot even piece together a sentence from my confusion. Or perhaps my drunkeness has returned.
"I am a warrior of Suzaku. One of seven. And I am here because our priestess has appeared. We are all called together when she appears," he continues to explain.
Suzaku. The name sounds familiar. I know of Suzaku. The god of the south. Konan's protector. I know something of the priestess and the warriors. I know that their signs are in the stars. But I didn't know that they had characters burned into their bodies. And I surely didn't know that they were here in the capital-and that I was in bed with one of them.
"You're a warrior of Suzaku? This marks you?" I ask, placing my finger just above the character. I am terrified to touch it, for fear of being burned. But I feel a demanding desire to lay my fingers upon it, as if it were calling out to me. "Can I touch it?" I ask quietly.
"I don't see why not," he answers, shrugging lightly.
I place the tip of my index finger gingerly on its edge. It is not hot, but it most definately emits heat. It is a somewhat different texture than the rest of his skin; somewhat raised, like a birthmark-or a new scar. I run my finger along its length, then trace its shape. It is fascinating to me. And when I feel the weight of Tasuki's otherworldly eyes on me, I can tell that he finds my fascination amusing.
"A warrior of Suzaku..." I whisper to myself. "Tasuki..." I smile coyly and look up at him. He lifts himself up on his arms, then slowly lowers himself again until the heat of his body is hovering over me, and his mouth his grazing mine gently.
"Impressed?" he whispers slyly.
"Very," I answer, averting my eyes from him. "Any more secrets?" He touches my cheek with his fingertips and moves my face back to his. He leans down further and smiles against my lips, then kisses them quickly.
"Nope!"
"Good!" I reply, my quick breath making my speech light and airy. I wrap my arms around him and hold him to me. My mouth strays to his ear and I tentatively kiss his earlobe, wanting to feel him tremble above me. I don't leave his ear alone until I feel his skin break into a sweat, his body close to exhaustion from the violent shivers my mouth causes. "We've waisted enough time as it is..." I whisper to him.
I should probably start running if I want to save my ass from all you seriously pissed off people wanting a good lemon...but I promise you'll think twice about kicking my ass when you read the next chapter. Sorry that I led you on yet again, but all your waiting will be worth while, I promise! *Iseult takes a step back and gets ready to run anyway*
Replies to reviewers:
Blah blah: Well, I was thinking the lemons I wrote would be very graphic, but it's been so long since I've read my own writing that I wasn't expecting to see that I had been quite tasteful in writing the sex scenes. Next chapter when things heat up, you'll hopefully see what I mean. I was seriously turned off by the painfully graphic lemons I've read, and decided long ago that if I happened to become a lemon writer (and lo and behold, I did!! ^_^), I would be subtle in my descriptions. So as for now, I'm not going to have separate lemon chapter, so there's no need to worry! And as for your suggestion that I post this fic elsewhere as well as on FF.I've actually been looking around lately and can only find private websites that are to my liking. And most of those require that the fic be completed before e-mailing it. Oh well!
Frenchicangal: Oh man, my spell checker absolutely loathes your name. It beats the hell out of it every time I edit! ^_^ Anyways, I don't mind a little pushing. I probably need to be pushed considering the career I've chosen for myself (novelism with a bit of journalism on the side). Push all you want my friend!!!! ^_^ Oh, and thank you so much for your encouragement for the ACT. I don't think I aced it, but I most definitely should get into GSU with the scores (though I won't know what I made until next month). And as for my editing.I've recently discovered that I may get to lay off for a while, at least in the lemon department. Turns out I'm not as perverted as I thought I was ^_^.
RyogazGal: Ah, yet another Chichiri fan.*Sigh* Thank God that I deleted that scene. Whew! Or else you'd be all over me too. I'm sorry I ever put that in there; it was, after all, kinda mean. But oh well.it's gone now!! No harm done! And yep, I'm as much of an InuYasha fan as a person can be! I've got all 12 graphic novels, and I try to watch the anime though I have to turn around every now and then to keep from spitting on the T.V. Hee hee, don't take that seriously.I'm just very disappointed with a few of the things in the anime that shouldn't be there. And as for the ever popular Tas/Chi pairing.I shied away from them long ago (actually, I think I read only 2 or 3). I'm not against homosexuality or anything like that.I'm just more comfy with reading and writing opposite Sex pairings. And, plus, I never though the Tas/Chi pairing to be very believable (but.what the hell is fanfiction for, right?! ^_^) I hope you don't think of me as intolerant or anything like that. I still respect the ideas of others no matter what.
Thanks to all of you whom I didn't reply to. Your reviews are just as important to me!! ^_^
Oh, p.s. This might be the last chapter I post before Christmas. Me and my family are heading out of town on Christmas Eve and won't be returning until this weekend. Hee hee, I'm evil aren't I?? Making you poor souls wait a whole week for the lemon! * Iseult dodges a rather large fireball *
Merry Christmas!!!! See ya'll next year!! ^_^